kroll

Not Telling

Gondwana

terror and amnesia. tottering, shaking victims of natures defense trying doing there way through nonexisting cascades of flickering crystals of yellow and gold. breathing ground under our feet, golden haze in the corners of marblelike eyes and the urgent requirement of moving my arms egyptalike because this being the only possibility of getting rid of the pain in my stomach, definitely caused by ancient spirits eating my kidney and sucking out my life-essence to finally leave the wraithform and return into the cocoon of a human that would actually be stupid enough and eat the fruits of fucking pain and torture. <br /><br />i was scared as fuck, looking in the mirror, not recalling the look of my face. for christs sake who the fuck is this poor deputy of insomnia in its final stage. pupils changing there size from fucking big to incredibly huge and back within seconds had my total attention, while my feet were crushing the carpet of maggots which had been growing under them without me having noticed it. shit.. jumping out the bathroom, through the fucking hallway in my room and lights out. silence. tranquility through dread and horror. inner peace through paranoia. think of the worst just to be prepared and the human brain does a very good job concerning pretended selfassurance. the illusion of safety through preparation. <br /><br />im ready for anything. <br />cant cope with it. <br />but fuck yeah im ready.